The upper edge of the sun cleared the mountain, and its golden rays spilled
into the campsite, sparkling across an unseasonable sprinkling of light frost.
Already a wind was stirring from the southwest. During the day, it would bring
increasingly warm air from Mexico and the Pacific. The only movement was a cardinal
hoping across the top of Kyle and Davey’s tent.

Inside, the two ten-year-olds had kept each other warm through the night, and
now were sleeping on their stomachs beside each other. Kyle was on the right,
they were both facing left, and Kyle’s arm was over Davey’s back.

In the next tent Richard was spooned behind Jason, his arm over Jason’s
side. He stirred briefly, and snuggled closer, nuzzling into the back of Jason’s
red hair, while rubbing the flat of his hand over Jason’s firm belly.
Jason smiled in his sleep, wrapping his arm over Richard’s. Richard didn’t
even think twice about cuddling another naked boy; not after what they had done
together. It was warm and comfortable in their shared sleeping bag, and he fell
asleep once more.

In his tent, Denver opened his eyes. He was on his back, looking up. The white
dome of the tent was bright in the morning sunlight. He lifted his head and
looked down toward his feet. Newt’s head and arm were over Denver’s
chest and the ten-year-old’s thick black hair was almost all of Newt that
was out from under the sleeping bag. Inside the bag, Denver’s arm extended
down Newt’s bare back and cupped the boy’s small butt in his hand.

Newt was a little heater in the night. Denver had kept him clutched close and
they both stayed warm. Now Denver needed to piss, but there was no way he wanted
to get up; not with Newt sleeping on him. He closed his eyes and gently stroked
the soft skin of Newt’s butt with his fingertips.

Harold crawled out of his tent, pulling his jacket around him. The boys were
sleeping in this morning. They were probably all comfortable in their warm sleeping
bags. He decided to let them sleep a little longer and headed to the bathhouse
they shared with three other troop campsites, to brush his teeth and get ready
for the day.

“We heard strange animal noises in the night,” Jason said with a
meaningful grin at Kyle’s reflection in the mirror. “Sounded like
they were close to your tent, dude… like almost inside it.”

The two of them were brushing their teeth at adjacent sinks in the bathhouse.
At a next sink next to them, Ryan Chesterfield, paused while brushing his teeth.

“Yeah,” Kyle agreed with a twinkle in his eye. “We heard
strange animal noises, too, but we thought they were coming from the direction
of your tent.”

Ryan spat out a mouthful of toothpaste foam. “What kind of noises?”
he asked in alarm.

“Man eaters, for sure,” Kyle assured him with a deeply furrowed
brow.

“Or boy eaters,” Jason said, and Kyle suppressed a laugh.

Ryan frowned. “Assholes!” He washed his toothbrush and walked away.

Jason grinned and winked at Kyle’s reflection. “You might have
heard us,” he said. “We were rubbing two sticks together all night,
trying to get a fire going.”

Kyle frowned, and then broke into a grin as he grasped the double meaning.
“You musta started a fire,” he said. “Sounded like someone
got burned.”

Jason laughed. “Yeah, well what were you guys up to?”

Kyle thought a moment, then grinned. “We were practicing first aid; what
to do for a snake bite. We were sucking out venom.”

Jason laughed again, and the two of them washed off their toothbrushes putting
them away.

“You know, they say not to try to suck venom out of snake bites,”
Jason said, laying a hand on Kyle’s shoulder as they walked to the door
out.

“That’s OK,” Kyle said. “We couldn’t seem to
suck any out anyway.”

“Ha!” Jason threw his head back and laughed out loud.

They stepped outside. “But there are snakes around here with venom,”
Jason warned with a wide grin. Ryan who was standing nearby, putting away his
toiletries, lifted his head.

“Yeah,” Kyle said. “I ran into one of those snakes with venom
yesterday.”

As they walked away, Ryan watched them with a frown. They were trying to get
to him; he knew it.

Kyle leaned closer to Jason as they walked. “If we hear those animal
noises again tonight, we might come to your tent so you older guys can protect
us.”

Jason put his hand once more on Kyle’s shoulder.

Ryan saw Jon Alexander, the one black kid in the troop, walking ahead of him
on the path and ran to catch up. “Hey Jon, did you hear anything in the
night? Like wild animals?”

“Wild animals?” Jon asked with a frown. He was tall for eleven,
with very narrow hips, wide set eyes, and an attractive face. His tight black
hair was cut close. And down between his legs, he had the longest cock of anyone
in his class. “What animals?” he asked. “Deer or something.”

“We ought to do something to them,” Jon said thoughtfully. “Maybe
tonight we can make some scary animal noises outside their tents.”

Ryan grinned. “Excellent! But we gotta make it good.”

++++++

Rave opened his eyes; he had been kissed. Their bedroom was full of mid-morning
light and Andy’s face was right over his. Andy smiled and bent to kiss
Rave again, sliding his hand down over the smaller boy’s flaccid cock
and balls. He opened his mouth to Rave’s; Rave opened his mouth to Andy’s
and threw his arms over Andy’s shoulders.

Rave’s cock began to stiffen under Andy’s rubbing hand and his
hips moved responsively. Andy moved his body over Rave’s and the smaller
boy opened his legs for Andy to settle between. “Hey little brother,”
Andy whispered.

Rave grinned, his arms still loosely circled over Andy’s shoulders. “Hey
big bro,” he whispered. Andy lowered his mouth to Rave’s again and
their hips began to move.

They didn’t answer, but just continued kissing and thrusting with their
hips. Angela sat up beside them, her hand drawn to Andy’s flexing butt.
She caressed the warm, smooth skin on Andy’s bottom and watched the little
muscles working at the base of his back. Keeping her hand on his moving butt,
she knelt up and pressed the fingers of her other hand to the developing dampness
between her legs. “You guys going to let a girl play, too?”

Reluctant to move from the snug warmth his cock found between Rave’s
legs, Andy nevertheless lifted his head and smiled a little sadly down at Rave.
“Are we?” he asked.

Rave’s brow furrowed. “Let’s both do her,” he said
decisively. Andy smiled, and they both looked at Angela.

“What?” she asked.

With a yelp, Andy sprang from on top of Rave to push her back. Rave was right
after him. They pushed her to the back and both dove headfirst for her middle.
“I’ll show you how to drive her crazy,” Rave said. “Start
licking her here.” He pointed at her slit.

Andy had never seen a girl’s slit up close before, much less put his
mouth to one. But he was game to try, and her young girl scent was mild. He
extended his tongue, licking into her slit. Angela tensed. He licked between
the lips of her labia, and found her opening with his tongue. She shuddered.

He licked and didn’t think it was bad, even though he could taste remnants
of his cum from the night before. When Angela moaned and moved her hips, obviously
excited by his tongue, he liked it even more.

“Do my clit,” she whispered.

“What’s that?”

“Right here,” Rave said, pointing to the top of her slit. “Where
it’s hard.”

Andy licked there, and her hips rose to meet him. “Oh, yeah.”

Rave began finger fucking her and Angela’s hips began to buck under their
dual attention. “Her clit is real sensitive like the end of your cock,”
Rave explained. “So don’t suck too hard.”

Angela grew damp. She moaned, rubbing the nipples on her flat chest. Rave moved
up between her legs on his knees. Andy lifted his head out of the way and watched
as Rave pointed his thin cock into her crevice and slowly shoved in, falling
forward onto his hands. That left room for Andy to reach between their bodies
and continue to play with Angela’s clit with his fingertips, and room
for him to bend over to suck on her small nipples.

“Ah!” escaped from her lips. And then another. “Ah!”

Rave began pumping fast. “She likes it fast,” he said through clenched
teeth, and then his brow furrowed and his eyes rolled. “I do too.”

Andy leaned back from them to watch. Rave’s cock on his nine-year-old
body probably wasn’t any bigger proportionally than Andy’s was on
his twelve-year-old body, but it looked long the way it arched up from
Rave’s butt and hips which looked so small between his older sister’s
legs. It looked long as it appeared and disappeared inside her. With Rave’s
weight forward on his hands, almost all the movement was in Rave’s fast
pumping little hips.

Andy moved around behind them, watching Rave’s little butt tighten and
relax, over and over. He stroked himself, and just as Raven had done to him
the first time they sexed with Angela the night before, he rubbed his hand over
Rave’s clinching butt and down between the back of his legs.

“Go for it,” Rave murmured.

Quickly, Andy retrieved the can of Crisco off the floor and spread some over
his cock. He set the can back down onto the floor and spread the remainder into
Rave’s crack. Moving up on his knees to behind Rave, he grabbed Rave’s
hips and the smaller boy stopped pumping. Holding Rave by his hipbones, Andy
pressed his cock up into the smaller boy’s crack, finding his hole with
his cockhead. Then he eased in and they both fell forward. Andy began to pump,
and his eyes met Angela’s; they saw pleasure in each other’s eyes.

Andy was glad Angela was there with Andy sandwiched between them. It was like
Angela’s female presence completed things somehow.

He liked it being the three of them, and he watched her eyes as his pumped
into Rave, driving Rave’s cock between her legs. Her mouth dropped open
and her eyes rolled up as he began to pump. He laid his body down onto Rave’s
back, supporting most of his weight on his elbows, but letting his chest, belly,
and especially his loins press the smaller boy’s back.

“Ummn,” he murmured, nuzzling the back of Rave’s hair. “This
just keeps getting better and better.”

++++++

“Oh yeah, they’ve been for real fucking on each other,” Kyle
whispered to Davey as they followed the two older boys.

“You sure?”

Kyle frowned. “Yeah I’m sure. C’mon. I wanna hang with them.”
They picked up their pace.

Davey eyed the two boys ahead appraisingly. The night before, when Kyle told
him that he had sucked off Jason, he acted so cool about it, like he’d
done something Davey hadn’t -- Davey was jealous, and more because Kyle
had one-upped him than anything else… one-upped him in something sexual,
something exciting.. Kyle had sucked off Jason. Well Davey didn’t want
to just me-too Kyle with Jason; not if Richard was into doing stuff, too. They
caught up to the older boys, and Davey chose to walk alongside Richard.

At first they stuck together, the four of them. They hit it off well, sharing
something secret, something cool. But when Richard wanted to work on a water
safety merit badge and Jason wanted to work on archery, Kyle went with Jason
and Davey followed Richard.

They grabbed their suits and headed to the pool together. Several boys were
in the changing room, getting ready for the next session. Richard and Davey
began shedding their clothes in a back corner.

Richard’s eyes traveled over the naked and semi-naked bodies of the boys
changing to their swim suits. He hadn’t ever looked at boys that much;
not any more than other boys who admire a good body or a long cock. But it was
a new day for Richard, and cocks were a lot more interesting to him now. So
were boys’ bodies. Now their little butts and skinny limbs were beginning
to excite him.

Davey watched him and guess what Richard was thinking; especially when Richard
suddenly turned his back to the others and Davey saw that the older boy’s
cock was stiffening. Looking around quickly, Davey thought he saw an opportunity.

He tugged Richard’s elbow as the older boy was pulling up his swim shorts.
“C’mon,” Davey encouraged, and led Richard behind the wall
that divided the benches and lockers from sinks and johns.

The wealthy benefactor who put up the money to build the pool/gym complex had
supervised every detail, including long doors over the toilet stalls. Part of
his fond memories of scouts involved things behind closed doors.

Davey tugged Richard into one of the stalls and closed the door behind them,
his breath coming rapidly. It was risky and exciting. And it was exciting because
he was about to suck off an older boy like Kyle had done.

He leaned up to Richard’s ear. “Let me suck you,” he whispered.

Richard’s mouth dropped, at first in surprise, and then because he felt
the sudden need to take a breath as Davey tugged at the button that fastened
his swim shorts. He helped, unfastening them and pushing them down off his hips.
They dropped to the floor and his cock began to climb.

Davey closed his hand around it. It was bigger than Kyle’s and his, but
not hugely so. And yet Davey wasn’t disappointed. Richard was an older
boy like Jason, and his cock was cool. Davey dropped to his knees.

Holding Richard’s cock in his hand and pointing it toward his mouth,
Davey decided that maybe it was bigger than he first thought. The pink crown
was definitely thicker than Kyle’s or his and much redder. The shaft looked
fatter in the middle, curving up. And the slit in the end was parted and open,
like a little mouth.

Davey licked the slit. He licked the end of Richard’s cock. He looked
for hairs, but didn’t see any. He just hoped Richard could shoot. It wouldn’t
be as good if Richard couldn’t shoot.

Richard held his breath. He’d never been sucked. In the night, he and
Jason had only jacked each other and rubbed cocks together.

Davey closed his mouth over Richard’s pink crown and looked up at him.
Richard gasped and cradled Davey’s jaw in both hands. His knees started
to buckle.

Davey and Kyle had sucked together enough that he knew what he was doing. While
sucking Richard, he slid his tongue up and back under Richard’s shaft
and jacked its base.

Richard backed against the wall, gasping for breath. The first mouth ever on
his cock was a ten-year-old boy’s and the feelings were instantly overwhelming.
He grasped the sides of Davey’s head; involuntarily doubling over him.
And he stood bent over him until the first waves of his orgasm hit. He gritted
his teeth, he whimpered, every muscle tense. He gasped; a deep, dragging, ragged
breath.

He spent himself. His knees sagged and slowly he fell to them, dropping to
the floor, face-to-face with Davey. He was flushed, his breath was shallow.
Their eyes met and Richard took another deep ragged breath. “Dude,”
he whispered. “That was awesomely awesome.”

Davey grinned. Richard hadn’t squirted, but the effect was great anyway.
And then Richard made it really good… “Stand up, dude,” he
whispered. “And I’ll do you.”

Davey scrambled to his feet and pushed down the front of his swim suit. When
Kyle sucked Jason, Jason hadn’t sucked him back. But Richard was going
to do that for Davey. He looked down just as Richard took almost the whole length
of Davey’s thin cock into his mouth, and it was Davey’s turn to
grow weak in the knees.

Richard did something else Davey hadn’t expected. When Richard stood up
after bringing Davey off, he wrapped his arms around the smaller boy. Taking
Davey into his arms, he covered Davey’s mouth with his own and showed
him kissing the way he learned it the night before. It took only a moment for
Davey to melt into him.

It was another half hour before they left the stall. When Richard opened the
door for them to leave, Denver was reaching to open the door, and Newt beside
him. The four of them stopped in their tracks. Richard’s and Davey’s
eyes dropped to the noticeable bulge in the front of Denver’s swim trunks,
then darted to the front of Newt’s. All their eyes met, and Richard smiled,
stepping out of the way. “Your turn, guys,” he said with a broad
grin.

Davey nodded, but he was thinking how cool Denver was. He was pretty
sure that Denver squirted when he came. He too looked back over his shoulder.
That’s when they saw another one of the stalls open and a blond kid from
one of the other troops came out, saw them, and backed into his stall again,
pushing someone who was with him back in as well.

“Busy place,” Richard said in surprise.

++++++

Matt and Krystan’s mom finally agreed when Andy assured her that there
were always life guards on duty; she agreed to let them go swimming with Andy,
Rave, and Angela.

When they changed at the pool, the boys checked each other out the ways boys
always do, and they saw that Matt’s boy cock was shorter than Raven’s,
but thicker looking.

When they met the girls beside the pool, they checked them out as well. Krystan’s
blond hair was up in a pony tail. At three inches shorter than Angela, she looked
smaller, younger, and more petite. However, her hips, though narrow, were nicely
rounded and she had two small bumps where her breasts would soon begin to grow
– they were obvious through the fabric of her two-piece, nylon swim suit.

Now that Andy was more intimately familiar with girl parts, his eyes dropped
down her flat belly to the smooth space between her legs. He realized she was
watching him, and he blushed. She smiled.

“How old is Krystan, again?” Andy asked Angela in a whisper as
they walked toward the pool.

Angela smiled. “Six months younger than me.”

In the pool, the boys horsed around. The girls mainly talked and checked out
boys. Three different times Andy glanced over and saw them looking his way.
Once they were laughing and talking together while they watched him.

When Rave and Matt left for the john and the snack bar, Andy took dive off
the low board. The girls drifted over to watch from the rope across the deep
end. So he dove again.

He did his forward one and a half pike. Then he did a half-gainer. When the
line at the board started to get long and he drifted over to the girls.

“You’re a really good diver!” Krystan said with an admiring
smile.

“Nah, I don’t get to practice much or I’d be a lot better.”

“He gets good when he practices at stuff,” Angela said with a suggestive
grin that caused Andy to turn red. Just then, Rave and Matt cannon balled in
beside them. They swam rapidly away, and Andy gave chase.

“Andy,” Angela called, waving him over. She and Krystan were at
the side of the pool, halfway between the busy shallow end where the little
kids were and the deep end with the busy diving boards. The lifeguards were
at the ends of the pool as well; Angela and Krystan were by themselves.

He swam up to them and Angela threw an arm over his shoulder and pulled him
into a tight circle with them. “I told Krystan that she could feel your
thingy.”

“You what?” Andy asked with a gasp. Krystan looked away and blushed.

“C’mon. I told her you wouldn’t mind. I told her you’d
like it. I mean, you wear those tight little speedos so girls will
stare at the way your stuff sticks out in front and want to touch it, right?”
Angela encouraged. “You’d like her to touch you, right?”

Andy swallowed, his eyes darting to Krystan and back. She glanced at him, smiled
nervously, and looked away.

“C’mon,” Angela said. Keeping Andy close with her arm around
his back, she grabbed Krystan’s hand with her other hand and guided it
to the front of Andy’s speedos. Looking away, Krystan let Angela press
her hand to Andy’s pouch. It filled her hand.

“Put your hand inside,” Krystan encouraged.

Krystan’s eyes dropped down to the water and the three of them drew closer
together. Angela pulled at the front of Andy’s suit. He quickly pulled
the drawstring to loosen it. And then Krystan reached in. She felt around, finally
closing her hand over his thickening member and her eyes grew big. She glanced
up at Angela and then at him. He smiled apologetically. “You’re
making me hard.”

“I told you he’s got a good one,” Angela whispered. Then
she turned to Andy. “You want to feel her?” Angela asked. “That’s
only fair, right?”

Krystan quickly withdrew her hand and her eyes went even wider.

Angela did the reverse of what she’d done before. She took Andy’s
hand and guided between Krystan’s legs . Krystan looked away, but she
didn’t pull back. Andy reached into her swimsuit bottoms and with his
fingertips, felt down to Krystan’s little, bald slit.

She gasped and instantly leaned forward toward him, grabbing his arm in her
two hands. She clutched it as he felt over her labia, and placed his finger
at her hole.

“You both slept in the same sleeping bag?” Kyle asked as they walked
toward the canoe livery.

“It was cold,” Jason said.

“Yeah, right,” Kyle said with a chuckle. Then he laid his hand
on the middle of Jason’s back in a friendly manner. “Davey and I
slept together, but we zipped our two bags together.”

Jason glanced at him. “You’re kidding! You can do that? Does that
make a bigger sleeping bag?”

“It makes it twice as big,” Kyle said. “We could probably
all four sleep in it… hey,” he said, grabbing Jason’s arm,
“why don’t you guys bring your pillows over tonight and we all four
could sleep together. Then we’ll really keep warm.”

Kyle’s grin was infectious and Jason returned it. The day had warmed
and they were close to sweating, but he went along with it. “Yeah, don't
wanna get cold tonight. I’ll talk to Richard,” Jason said.

“You have a hard-on?” Kyle asked, glancing down at Jason’s
crotch.

The older boy grinned. “Yeah.”

Kyle looked off into the woods on either side of the trail. “Want me
to suck you again?”

Jason threw his arm over Kyle’s shoulder. “In the worst way.”

They turned off the path and headed into the trees.

“I’ll do you, too,” Jason said as they passed out of sight
of the trail. “At the same time.”

The ball bounced across the surface of the pool, bounced off an equipment rack,
and through an open side door. Denver climbed from the pool and went after it.
Going through the door, he found the pump and filter room. The ball had rolled
to a back corner. When he straightened back up from picking up the ball, he
noticed that a pane had been broken out of one of the painted-over windows on
the outside wall. It struck him that a person could reach in through the missing
pane and release the window latch.

Denver told the pool manager, a young guy in his early twenties, about it.
“Yeah, been meanin’ to get that fixed,” the guy said. “Kids
from town sometime come out here before camp starts up and they break in to
skinny dip.” The guy smiled. “Just don’t tell anybody till
I get that taken care of.”

++++++

They walked Matt and Krystan back to their house, and then had come back home.
It would still be a while before Cheryl came home for the evening. The boys
relaxed on opposite ends of the couch, shirtless in boxers, watching music videos
on MTV. Angela, in a long T-shirt and with a magazine under her arm, walked
in with a studied casualness. She knelt down onto the floor, facing the TV with
her back to the boys. She bent over the magazine and Andy’s eyes went
wide; she had no panties on and he could see the pink lips of her labia peeking
back between her legs. His cock instantly began to stiffen.

Rave noticed and gently poked his toes into the fly of Andy’s boxers.
Finding Andy’s thickening cock with his big toe, he pressed against it.
Andy’s eyes drooped, then opened again to Angela’s butt. She had
it high in the air, gently swaying it back and forth, her head down over the
magazine.

His face flushed; Andy slid from the couch onto his knees behind Angela. With
his cock rising from the fly of his boxers directly behind her, he pressed his
fingertips to Angela’s labia and rubbed gently.

He rubbed, circling his fingers, spreading her lips, sliding a finger in her
crevice. She was soft down there, and moist just inside. Andy pushed his boxers
down to his knees, leaned forward, and brushed his sensitive cockhead up and
down the soft skin of her crevice. He started to push into her, but she was
tight and not as ready as she had been the night before. Angela tensed. “Wait,”
she said.

Angela handed back a tube that she had carried in the fold of her magazine.
At first glance it looked like a toothpaste tube. Andy read the label –
KY Personal Lubricant.

“Ben gave it to her,” Rave said from the couch. “Use it like
Crisco.”

Andy removed the cap and squeezed a dab onto his fingers. He rubbed it between
his fingers and thumb. He smelled it. Then he squeezed out more and rubbed it
up and down his cock. Then he spread it into Angela’s opening.

He grabbed his shaft and pointed it down into her crack again. He pressed forward
and watched as the puffy, pink lips of her labia parted and his even darker
pink crown vanished inside. He pressed forward and watched the entire shaft
slowly slip in, the slick KY making it slippery and incredible feeling. Grabbing
her hips, he began pumping and soon was pumping furiously.

Rave’s thin cock rose from his fly as well, and he stroked it, watching
Andy’s hips flex and his cock appear and disappear from inside his sister.
He liked watching Andy. He liked watching much more than Ben.

He rose from the couch, removed his boxers and sat with spread legs in front
of Angela face, moving her magazine out of the way. He scooted his butt forward
and Angela took his jutting little cock into her mouth, working to keep it there
as Andy began to bang.

Rave’s eyes traveled up his sister’s slender back and narrow waist,
up Andy’s flat belly and chest, up to his face. Their eyes met.

“I think we’re going to have a lot more sex than we did with Ben,”
Rave said quietly.

“Umm-hmm,” Angela murmured around his narrow shaft.

That evening, the kids were on the floor to watch TV. Andy was on his stomach,
his head on his crossed arms. Rave was on his back, using Andy’s butt
as a pillow. Angela was beside him, on her back, using Andy’s back as
a pillow.

Cheryl smiled. They reminded her of a litter of puppies sleeping on each other.
She had been so worried that the kids wouldn’t get along and that it would
be difficult for her and Andy. She was relieved. She just didn’t need
any more complications in her life.

They really had taken to each other, much like brothers and sisters should.
She shouldn’t be surprised, she decided. All three had the same father.

++++++

Kyle unzipped the back door of their tent; the door away from the rest of the
campsite. Cool air came in, but nothing like the night before. Inside, the tent
had actually been getting warm. He leaned out and in the light of the full moon,
saw Jason zip up the back door of their tent and trot across the narrow space
between their tents followed by Richard.

The two older boys tossed in their pillows, took off their shoes, and then
stepped into the tent. Kyle zipped up the doorway again and even before he turned
on his flashlight, they could see in the moonlight that made it in through the
white nylon tent roof and fly that Kyle and Davey were already stripped to their
underwear.

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